It was just after my freshman year of High School. I was 14 at the time. Myself and 3 of my friends got money between us for a case of beer. One of my friends had an older brother who was of drinking age. He agreed to buy the case for us if he could take a 6-pack out of it.
We agreed, and that left 18 beers left for the 4 of us, of which I had 5 of. Didn't get sick from it (that would come another time courtesy of a 40 oz Colt 45) but I had a bad hangover the next day.
May 23, 1995. It was the last day of sixth grade (and, therefore, elementary school), as well as my best friend's 12th birthday. His grandparents, who were away on their biannual cruise, kept their house stocked up like one giant liquor cabinent. I mean, these two generally drank their breakfast, brunch, lunch afternoon snack and dinner, before washing it all down with some whiskey before bed.
So we rode our bikes over to their house after school, took shots of various things for like 10 minutes (we didn't even know or care what) and the result was two wasted not-quite-yet junior high students. I tried to ride my bike home, made it a quarter mile and crashed into a mailbox, got a concussion and woke up bloodied who-knows-how-long later back on my buddy's couch. I didn't get a BUI.
After that, I didn't drink again until my junior year in high school.
"I have as much authority as the Pope, I just don't have as many people who believe it."
My best friend when I lived in Fitchburg (*points to Gugs*, thumbs up, cheap pop) was Kevin, and he had a mother-in-law apartment in the house he lived in so we hung out at his place all the time, especially when his Mom was out of town, which was a lot. When I first moved there (shortly before this episode) my buddy Paul who I'd gone to school with in the 5th and 6th-grades was living with him, and we hadn't seen each other for years so it was totally cool when I moved theree and knew somebody.
One night Kevin was out with his girlfriend and Paul and I were hanging out, and since we weren't doing anything he suggested that we should get drunk, and like a couple of drinking-dummies we hit the liquor cabinet and sampled everything, and I mean EVERYTHING. Yuck.
Now, being an inexperienced drinker I didn't think much of the fact that about ten minutes before we decided to embark on our little adventure I had eaten a piece of cake. That cake ended up on the floor next to me where I was passed out, in the main part of the house away from Kevin's part.
When Kevin got home with his girlfriend, he was PISSED, but instead of being pissed but cool about it he threw a huge hissy fit that violated about six different Man Laws. So, as retribution, when we were cleaning up the mess Paul took Kevin's toothbrush to the regrugitated cake spot. Not my idea.
That room of the house always smelled of that night after that. Ick.
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During my teen years I've been buzzed a few times, but the first time I got flat out falling down plastered drunk was on my 21st birthday. A bunch of my friends threw me a big surprise 21st birthday party ay my buddies house just down the road from my house.
At the end of the night, and on a very stupid bet, I went around the whole house chugging down all the half drank leftover beer and hard alcohol drinks that were lying around.
That was the very last thing I remembered about that night. I guess it's a miracle that I didn't die.
I was so violently sick from alcohol poisoning that I couldn't go to work for the next 2 days. I found out later that two of my friends had literally dragged me home at 3:00am, set me down on my doorstep and leaned me against the front door. They then rang the door bell and ran like hell. When my dad opened the front door, my body fell onto his feet.
The only other time I ever ended up getting drunk like that again was at the wedding reception of the same friend who threw me my 21st surprise party at his house. I would have been fine that night if he didn't ask me to finish up the bottle of rum at the bar towards the end of the night. This time it was my girlfriend that had to hold onto me as she dragged me into my house and just threw me down onto my bed as my parents looked on with a most disgusted look on their faces.
I've never been even close to being drunk since.
"Oh it's on like Donkey Kong." - Stifler, American Wedding
My 21st Birthday was the first time I drank alcohol ever. And I don't think I was drunk, but who can say for sure? I'm pretty sure I've already mentioned it on the board here. Maybe in one of the birthday threads.
Family lore says that when I was about 3 years old I grabbed my dad's bottle of Coors light off the coffee table and downed as much as I could before my parent's noticed and took it away. They say I 'flopped around like a fish on ice' before passing out about 20 minutes later.
The first time that I can remember was in 6th grade and with a bottle of Jose Cuervo, provided by my older brother.
Ken Kennedy debuted a new finisher: Jeff Hardy fans will insist on calling it the Swanton Bomb, but it looks WAY more devastating when not performed by a 180-pound fruitcake. -Rick Scaia 06.12.2006
It was my 21st (just last September) birthday party and my family took me out to the local bar. I have a big family, and they kept buying me drinks. At one point, I needed something to eat, so I got chips and popcorn. The popcorn spilled on the floor, and I proceeded to eat it OFF the floor.
Then, when I got home, my sister (18 years old) was at the computer and I decided I wanted to talk to her, telling her we needed to bond more. She even (unnecessarily, IMO) tied me to a chair with my bathrobe belt when she went to the bathroom, to ensure that I wouldn't fall over. She likes telling this story when I talk about going out drinking these days.
The first time i got drunk was in my first year in college.
It was at a party for new students, that i consumed 15 cups of fine CORAL beer, a local brewn. Its a record to this day for me.
The night ended abruptly after i took a piss in the winshield of a senior student car.
Luckly the guy was a good friend of a cousin of mine, and ended up giving me and a few friends, a ride home.
Unfortunetly everything kept spinning for two days.
Raw Satire 15/05/05 Stephanie McMahon: Chriiiiiiis, we’re gonna change your character! You’re gonna be the guy who doesn’t give a crap and is really depressed because he never wins and Triple H is alwaysholding him down. Jericho: You got it. Stephanie: If you need some time to prepare…. Jericho: No, I think I’ve pretty much got this one down.
This is kind of a long story, so feel free to skip over this to the next tale of drunkenness.
Anywho, I was in college and just coming back from a break. My car was in trouble before the break, overheating almost instantly. So first I had to take a cab from the airport to where I had dropped the car off. Once I made it, the car just picked up where it left off and had the same issues. I somehow made it back, driving to a house that me and four other guys were moving into for our final semester.
I got to the house first, and found out that the electricity was barely there, and the heat didn't work at all. Mind you this is in January, so I was stuck. I tried to watch TV but couldn't pick up anything. I tried sleeping, but I was so cold that sleeping was not an option. So I can't really drive anywhere and I can't stay in that house.
I proceeded to walk a few blocks to Reverend Jerry Falwell's church. Near there I found a pay phone and called a buddy I knew. THANKFULLY he was around and came and picked me up. If he hadn't, I don't know what I would have done.
So after the horror of the night, I went to my friend's place and proceeded to drink...a lot. This was the first and only time that I have drank to forget my life (since that day had been the worst day of my life to that point). I went with Boone's Farm Strawberry Hill wine (the cheap stuff...woo), and I took a shot or three of something called Firewater. It knocked me on my ass, and I only really remember watched a bit of SNL while battling to stay awake.
Thankfully the next day, one of the guys I would live with came up and was able to get the heat turned on. But that night was so rough, and the hangover wasn't actually that bad (comparing it to other drunken nights of mine anyways).
I was in London on a senior trip, and we ducked into a nightclub where the waitresses wore naval-themed outfits, complete with fishnets. I ordered about five screwdrivers just to watch the waitress walk to and from my table. I was 17.
"To be the man, you gotta beat demands." -- The Lovely Mrs. Tracker
How did I miss this question the first time it came around ?
June of 1975 at Princeton University Reunions - I was 13 and kept telling the bartender I needed another Screwdriver for my father - I think the bartender knew but didn't care - my dad didn't notice when I got home but my mom sure did.......
I'm Blind Jimmy Winthrop, Blues singer for the Rich.
Halloween party; i was dressed as Bill Clinton (mask + professional wear).
anyways, i was not a drinker at the time and we were playing quarters at the very nice house of a well to do friend of mine. There was many a choice of alcohol to pick from if you lost at the game; one of which was Blackberry brandy, which was the only alcoholic beverage i had sampled at that time.
Needless to say i lost. a lot. and when I did lose, i took shots from that black berry brandy bottle. I was trashed and decide to get fresh air outside in which i saw a friend of mine dressed as a wizard, smoking weed out of a very lavish pipe. I at that moment was not in tune with logic so i smoked with what i viewed as a true "wizard". I them made my way to my car to pass out in private.
Then, I of course felt the puking feeling and vomited over his entire tree-lawn. Because I was so wasted I thought that the deep red color of my vomit was my own blood and freaked out, yet still decided to fell asleep. I was awoken hours later by my drunken friends almost breaking my window thinking i died of blood loss due to the dark red puddles outside of my car.
Sounds sad, but in context and retro it is very funny
It wasn't until I was legal, and oddly enough, came AFTER my 19th birthday. My pals all wanted to get me drunk on my birthday, but they all got drunk themselves and left me and the DD shaking our heads.
Anyway, a few weeks later, I was out at a party and drank a whole bottle of wine in 20 minutes. It wasn't a binge or anything like that -- I just kept sipping and sipping until I noticed the bottle was empty. After that came the story of my first hangover, complete with my parents and brother having a good laugh at me. Good times!
"I don't know what is more disquieting -- the fact that the rest of the statue is missing, or that it has four toes."
Am I remembering this wrong or is this a show where a kid wears red socks to school because his normal ones are dirty, but the girl he's obsessed with takes it as an act of rebellion and lets him touch the hem of her skirt?